Disclaimer: None of the characters contained herein are mine. I just like to play with them sometimes. And yes for those that have read my other stories I'm still poor. Someday I'll rule the world but until then I am forced to survive off of Ramen Noodles. Okay so it's not that bad and I'm lower middle class not poor. Still it sounded good didn't it?

A/N: Okay, so here's the deal again. This is the March edition of my song drabble things. Various characters are used. The list would be a bit much for me to type here. Not all of these are canon. (Duh) Also not all of these will become stories in and of themselves. I've written quite a few drabbles that are not ever going to be used in a story, i.e. Pretty Woman, The Little Princess, Burn Notice (though that one might someday), White Collar (another maybe) and so on. Also, some of these drabbles are from my own stories and you may see parts of them in the stories themselves. Lastly, not all of the drabbles really have anything to do with the song (in fact most of them don't really). It could just be that a phrase or a word in the song sparked something that made me think of the drabble or I might have just been listening to that song when I came up with the idea for the drabble like the last bonus of last month. Okay enough from me. On with the show.

March 1, 2014

Beautiful—Kenny G (3:46)

Grey's Anatomy

Suturing a Heart

Mark and ? (It's a surprise)

"You sees them, my precious," he hissed quietly. He felt Precious' amusement at him and smiled in return. "You does sees them, precious. We hates them, don't we, precious? We hates them all."

He and precious stared out the window at the people passing by. He could feel precious near the place in his chest where his heart used to beat. Precious was laughing and cooing there as though overjoyed just to be near him again.

"Stupid tricksy hobbitses," Mark spat. "They thinks they can takes my Precious. They thinks they has the rights. They is wrong. Precious is mine. Mine. Mine! MINE!" He clutched Precious close to him and fled from the window.

"Mark Sloan!" Bailey yelled after him. "Could I have my son back now?"

"NO!" Mark huddled over the giggling toddler in his arms. "My Precious. Don't look Precious don't look. Is the meanest, stingiest, thievingest hobbitses ever. She will take my Precious away. My Precious. Mine!"

Tuck giggled at the game and wrapped his arms around Mark's neck. "Lub Unca Mark. Lub Mommy."

"Love my Precious," Mark laughed and kissed the top of the little boy's head. "Do I have to give him back, Bailey? Seriously? Can't I keep him?"

Bailey laughed. "Sure. He probably needs a diaper change."

Mark quickly crossed the room and shoved the little boy into his mother's arms. "Here ya go. I've got to…make a phone call. Yeah, a call that's it."

Bailey shook her head at him and scooped up Tuck's diaper bag.